Sold to the Alien Cartel: An Alien Menage Romance

by Corin Cain

  She turns to me, and I’ve never seen such anger in Ella’s eyes.

  “If you fight in the arena, I will never be yours. Even if you live, I’ll leave you and never return.”

  Her words cleave me more deeply than an Orb-Axe ever could.

  Whether I win or lose in battle today…

  …I still lose.

  Queen Jasmine puts up her hands, pleading to her bonded mate: “Raegan, this female isn’t the cruel, cunning criminal we have thought she is. She was just trying to set a friend free when she staged the prison break – a friend imprisoned unjustly. It was an accident that the others escaped – including Rav’nok.”

  Emperor Raegan shakes his head. “She has broken the law – but that can be forgiven. What Korgath did, however, is much, much worse. He threatened us, Jasmine. He threatened our whole world. Our whole Empire. His actions are a debt – one that cannot be left unpaid.”

  There’s a pause. Then Ella’s eyes flash. I feel it in my mind – a sudden flash of inspiration.

  “Then make him pay!” Yells Ella, her voice suddenly strong.

  Emperor Raegan narrows his eyes. He looks at me, then back to Jasmine.

  “Step aside,” he says to his woman. Jasmine hesitates for a moment, then moves. Now only Ella is between me and death or glory at the Emperor’s blade.

  I breathe in deeply, tasting the sweetness of air for what might be the last time. I’m alive, still – and being alive means something because of her.

  Ella’s threats are empty.

  As long as we are both alive, I can feel her in my mind. I love her more than life itself.

  Even if she runs. Even if she flees. She and I are together now, for always.

  “Step aside, Ella.”

  “Not unless you promise not to fight!”

  She stands, firm and strong. Such a small, slip of a thing – and yet as unyielding and fearless as any Aurelian warrior.

  “That depends on the Emperor,” I tell her. “Now step aside and let us speak, or battle – whichever he chooses.”

  For a moment Ella hesitates, but then she steps aside.

  Emperor Raegan approaches. Now there is nothing between him and I except for a stretch of sand.

  His eyes narrow, and he sizes me up. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the Arena of the Gods changes.

  Suddenly, I no longer feel like I’m about to embark on a fight for my life. I feel like I’m about to settle the biggest business deal I’ve ever brokered.

  “Everything,” Emperor Raegan says coldly.

  I blink. “What do you mean?”

  He looks at me with respect – a respect that makes me understand why he offered the deal. For any other man, he would hav only offered death.

  Raegan is a proud man – but as Ella has learned, pride is a capricious master. Pride could have forced Raegan to smite me with his sword, too proud to accept anything less than my death at his hand. But that would have been the action of a lesser man.

  For all I dislike about Raegan, he didn’t become Emperor without good reason. He is proud, yes – but brilliant, too. Emperor Raegan steps closer, but his Orb-Blade isn’t raised.

  His voice is unwaivering:

  “If you wish to be pardoned – to walk from this Arena with your triad as free men -you must give the Empire everything. Every holding. Every building you own. Every ship. Every illegal weapon and legal import and export. You must give everything.”

  I worked for two-hundred years to build my Empire.

  I killed men – many men. I’ve put my sweat and blood into creating the criminal empire that I focused on with all my heart, just trying to get within reach of Xeres to take him down.

  I have riches untold. A fortune that rivals the holdings of the Emperor himself.

  As yet – it means nothing.

  Nothing without Ella.

  “I agree,” I say, in a heartbeat. Ella gasps, and the Orb-Blades are deactivated, unsated.

  “You… You’d give it all up?”

  Ella turns to me, her eyes incredulous and yet full of hope.

  My blood-brothers, too, look at me with shock.

  It stings my pride to bow down before the Emperor. But for her?

  I’d give it all up a thousand times over.

  It was what I’d realized, as my triad reunited to battle the Scorps.

  I was once unafraid of death – but now I have everything to live for.

  30

  Ella

  “You gave it all up – for me.”

  It’s the fourth or fifth time I’ve repeated it, and every time I do new wonder tinges my voice.

  It seems like years ago that I was forced onto the auction stage on Titus, looking at Korgath with hatred in my eyes as he bought me.

  Now he’s willing to give up two-hundred years of work for me.

  We are alive, and as I am with the Korgath and his blood-brothers, I finally understand what that means.

  Korgath’s real sacrifice in the Arena of the Gods wasn’t the money, or his businesses, or his criminal empire. It was in surrendering to the Emperor. Of yielding.

  Aurelians are a proud race – and during this conflict, the battle rage had grown in Korgath and his brothers until they were almost vibrating with energy.

  If I hadn’t told Korgath he would lose me if he fought in the Arena of the Gods, I know he would have brought his triad to battle. He’d have faced the Emperor himself, blade to blade.

  I know he would have won. The bond tells me that as surely as the sunlit sky tells me it’s day.

  But at what cost?

  Brutan or Arok might have perished, and I’m only now starting to know the aliens that are linked to Korgath – or the power of their bond.

  To have lost either of his blood-brothers would be like losing a limb – a part of himself.

  But now, instead, we stand in the Arena of the Gods as victors in defeat.

  Korgath and I stare upwards at the crowd, as the Emperor and his triad leave the arena.

  The crowd is silent – expecting heated battle, but getting cold resolution instead.

  Yet they do not seem disappointed, as the bloodthirsty crowd might in the gladiatorial arenas of Bugra, or Titus.

  I sense the Aurelians watching this confrontation knew the cost as keenly at the Emperor did.

  It could have all exploded into violence – and yet, instead, there is now peace.

  And the irony? It wasn’t the mighty Aurelians who clawed the Empire back from being plunged into chaos. For all their arrogance and sense of superiority, it was the work of two human females that saved their species.

  Queen Jasmine and I spoke long and hard before the duel, and together we realized there was only one way that we could stop the two triads from battling.

  We had to put our lives in the middle of them.

  “Well, well, well.” Arok steps to Korgath’s side with a sly smile. “It looks like the trillionaire crime lord is now the brokest among us.” He sighs, his breathe catching weirdly, and I realize that although he’s joking around, his body is under incredible tension.

  When you come this close to war – to battle, killing, and death – it takes its toll. I too can feel it. It’s like a ball of burning stress, smoldering inside my stomach – one that aches to be tamed, or aches for violent release.

  Korgath gives Arok a warning glare…

  …and then shocks me by laughing.

  “In ten years, my brother, let’s see if you can say the same thing. Money can be made easily enough. The lives of the bonded not so much.”

  He takes a deep breath, his huge chest swelling.

  “Gods,” Korgath breathes. “It’s good to be alive.”

  Brutan steps forward and nods. The barrel-chest Aurelian – who barely says a word – simply stands as an imposing presence beside his blood-brothers.

  Brutan makes me feel safe. He makes us all feel safe.

  When he looks at me, I know nothing in the universe can harm us as long as he
still has breath in his lungs.

  “Well, guess we’re homeless now,” laughs Arok.

  Brutan breaks his customary silence to chuckle. “No. Not homeless. Unlike our now penniless brother, I still have an estate on Colossus. Come. Let’s lick our wounds there.”

  Korgath shakes his head. “Not yet. I have work to do first. I need to oversee the transfer of my business to the Empire, and ensure none of my men run into problems with the law.”

  Brutan gives him a long look. “Are you sure?” Then he nods towards me. “I have a pleasure room.”

  Korgath’s eyes widen. He looks at me with ferocious hunger. “Then everything else can wait.”

  I feel anxiety building in the pit of my stomach.

  “A pleasure room? What’s that?”

  “We’ll show you,” promises Brutan.

  We leave the arena as free men, and take a private shuttle ship back to Brutan’s estate.

  It’s a manor, big enough to fit a dozen human families. Compared to Korgath’s spire on Titus, or Xeres looming mansion, or the royal palace itself, it’s miniscule…

  …but still bigger than any home I’ve ever known.

  Brutan leads us to the threshold of a huge empty room with marble floors.

  “What is this?” I ask, my curiosity piqued. Compared to the looming walls and towering splendor of the rest of the estate, this room seems sparse and bare.

  Korgath trails his finger against my shoulder. “A pleasure room, my love. It’s wired to the mind of the owner. Show her, Brutan.”

  “With pleasure,” he growls, and his eyes narrow.

  The room suddenly moves and shifts, the floor rippling as if it’s the glass surface of still water, and someone dropped a pebble inside it.

  I step back and run into Korgath’s huge bulk.

  “No way! I’m not getting into that room with the three of you!” The old me comes flooding back – the defiant, scrappy mining pilot. “I’m not going to let myself get thrown around on some floor that isn’t safe… Or… Or if you decide to tie me up, or something!”

  But the truth is: The thought of being tied up is actually exciting.

  “This pleasure room has a twist, my sweet,” says Brutan, looking at me with his ferocious eyes.

  “A twist?”

  He smiles, warm and eager. “Oh yes.” He turns to the console on the wall, and voice-activates the controls.

  “Pleasure Room?”

  “Your wish, Master Brutan?” An artificial voice responds coolly.

  “Calibrate to Ella. Enhance thoughts by ten.”

  I furrow my brows. “What does that mean?”

  He laughs. I never thought the brutal alien would ever truly laugh, but he does – his lungs filling in a hearty celebration of simply being alive.

  I understand now that these three men fully expected to die in the Arena, and that when they look at me, they see the sweetest gift of all. Not just their fated mate – but the promise of another breath in this beautiful universe.

  Korgath gently massages my shoulder. “It means, my pet, that the room will now follow your thoughts. You are in control.”

  Then a wicked smile crosses his lips.

  “However… They will happen at ten times the intensity you think them. Any… Subconscious desires you have may come to light.”

  I blush, and suddenly the room shifts. I try not to imagine myself tied up and helpless for these three men, but as soon as the thought hits me ropes are formed from the shapeless, swirling material – flying across from the sides of the room and wrapping around my wrists and ankles.

  The relentless strands pull me to the middle of the room.

  “This isn’t fair!” I yell.

  Arok grins. “You’re doing it, not us.”

  The pleasure room throws him to the side, and he smacks against the wall with a harsh thud. Brutan and Korgath break out in laughter and I realize I just hurt him – really hurt him.

  Concern fills me, and the ropes instantly disappear. I run to Arok’s side.

  “I’m okay,” he laughs, clambering stiffly to his feet.

  Then, faster than I can even believe, he snatches me into his arms and kisses me deeply.

  Oh Gods, it feels so good.

  I love the way his lips meet mine – as if they were meant to be crushed against mine, again and again, for all eternity.

  Arok has the hunger of a man who thought he was dead – the zeal of a man reborn.

  Suddenly, I feel those ropes grabbing at me again. I realize my mind has betrayed me, and the pleasure room has turned my thoughts into intensified reality.

  I’m suddenly yanked away from Arok, suspended in the air, utterly helpless.

  Apparently, this is what my subconscious has always wanted.

  To be tied up and helpless – to give myself to three, powerful alien men.

  Brutan is so tall that even suspended high in the air, he remains a head above me. He steps forward first, and with my hands trapped behind me by the swirling ropes, I can do nothing to stop him from ripping my dress apart.

  That was a gift!

  I almost break out laughing in nervousness at the ridiculous thought that went through my mind, as if a dress matters at this point. I’m exposed to them – bare and naked.

  The three huge beasts stare at my body as if it’s the only thing in the world. Korgath stands next to Brutan, and the two trail their hands all over my body, exploring it at their leisure.

  I moan out, and another rope wraps around my lips. I’m suddenly gagged by my own subconscious, unable to do anything but whimper as these aliens tease my body.

  Brutan lets the back of his hand graze against my hard nipple and I moan out beneath the rope.

  Arok then moves behind me, a powerful force that makes me feel small and desired. I wish I could see him, and suddenly the walls, ceiling and floor of the pleasure room shimmer to become huge mirrors.

  This place is incredible!

  I gasp as I see myself reflected in them – so vulnerable, and so inviting.

  I watch as Arok steps behind me and kisses my back. I gasp as his lips trail a path down my spine, moving closer and closer to the most private place I have.

  At the same time, Korgath takes my left nipple in his mouth, sucking and sending ripples of pleasure through me. His other hand gently squeezes my right nipple. He takes it between his thumb and index finger, and I want badly for him to pinch – but instead he just gently thumbs the nipple, teasing my body.

  I’m still suspended in the air when Brutan grabs my legs, opening them for his mouth. I’m elevated directly level with his face, and as he buries his head between my thighs, his huge tongue finds my wetness instantly.

  I know that if I wasn’t gagged, these aliens could hear every slutty moan coming from my mouth…

  …and as soon as I think it, the gag disappears – just like that.

  I gasp out in pleasure.

  Arok is still behind me, and he gently but firmly grips my ass cheeks, spreading them open. Shame fills me as his tongue finds my asshole, sending ticklish, delicious, and sinfully embarrassing pleasure through me.

  The three aliens devour me – their tongues working like magic, teasing and coaxing my body. Soon my gasps of pleasure fill the entire room. Somehow my subconscious wants them to hear every whimper from my mouth, and the acoustics change in the room.

  Every little moan suddenly sounds amplified – like a scream of pleasure – and my satisfaction just encourages these three beastly aliens.

  Brutan licks and sucks my eager cunt hard, as Korgath pinches my nipples, and suddenly the pleasure and pain mixes in my mind as if they are one and the same.

  My body shudders in delicious pleasure, and I cum so hard I can’t even think.

  The ropes lower me down.

  My subconscious still knows exactly what I want.

  I’m soaking wet, and Arok presses his cock against my saliva covered asshole, working his impossibly huge shaft inside my spit-s
lick hole while Brutan rubs his dickhead against my clit. The sensation is teasing, and it just makes me want so much more.

  Brutan gives it to me.

  In one powerful thrust, he enters my eager pussy, as the ropes drop me down even lower, right onto his straining cock.

  I’m impaled fully – so satisfied that I can’t understand it.

  As I straddle Brutan, Arok sinks deeper inside my ass. I’m skewered both front and back, and Korgath leans forward to kiss me – making me feel loved and treasured as his blood-brothers penetrate me, their hands groping and squeezing the soft flesh of my body as their hard cocks sink deeper inside it.

  Then I feel it.

  The bond.

  Their minds merging into mine. All of them.

  I feel Arok’s trickster aura – the teasing, laughing alien who’s full of pure desire.

  I feel Brutan’s dark energy – his need to claim and seed me.

  The two men ache for me, with the same hunger as Korgath. They fuck me with wild abandon, and I’ve never felt so complete. I cum hard again, my body shuddering as the waves of desire wash over me. I lose myself in the delicious submission to these firm, thrusting men.

  Arok and Brutan’s cocks surge and they suddenly fill me with their sticky, hot seed at the same time, their auras pulsing with their release. I throw my head back, screaming in utter pleasure, as Korgath kisses down my body and sucks my nipple hard.

  Brutan brings his mouth to my other nipple, as he pumps his still-spurting cock deeper into my cunt. He bites and pulls my nipple cruelly, but the beautiful sensations of pain and pleasure are mixed in sinful ecstasy.

  The two men fill me with their seed. Satisfied, they pull their cocks from me, and I hear the drip of their cum on the floor. I’m scared for a moment that Korgath will no longer find me appealing, used by blood-brothers, dripping their seed from my cunt.

  “Leave us,” he growls, and his triad leaves the room.

  The ropes disappear. I don’t need to be tied up with Korgath. He has me so fully in his control that no pleasure room could add anything to our closeness.

  Korgath picks me up and throws me over my shoulder, as effortlessly as he did the first time he spanked me. He walks me to the wall. I can see my reflection in the mirrors, watching as hot, white cum drips from my fucked cunt.